Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Standing shoulder to shoulder with my club brothers, I stared at her, but it didn’t matter how much I stared. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
When I had pulled up in front of her in the car park, I had thought I had been imagining it. That it was just the way her black dress and coat fell over her body, but now I could look at her properly, I knew I wasn’t imagining it.
Chloe’s stomach swelled spectacularly despite her slim form. Like someone had crushed a ball up her dress. She was still slim and beautiful, but she was one hundred percent pregnant.
She lifted her head slightly and her mouth twitched as she caught me looking. She was going to smile at me. Tearing my eyes away from hers, I scuffed my toes against the wet grass. A little spray of water went up, and I stared at the tiny beads on my boot.
She was pregnant.
Pretty heavily so, and she looked distraught . I didn’t know which one made me more mad. Probably the tears she was shedding for the man dead in the ground.
I was jealous of a dead man! It was a new low.
“Is that her?” To my right and a few people down, Legacy’s voice carried. “The woman my dad left the money to?”
“Stop it.” Elodie, his younger sister, hissed, but it was too late for that. Once Legacy got started, he didn’t stop until Kate stepped in. And his old lady wasn’t here for some reason. I had been gone for months and hadn’t had a chance to catch up with everyone, so she probably had a good reason.
“No, El—” Legacy snarled. “Look at her. Our dad's little mistress. His little slut. She’s fucking pregnant. No doubt she’s going to claim more of Ghost’s money.”
I couldn’t help it. I turned my head towards Chloe. She was still standing there, her back ramrod straight and her head bowed. She could hear everything that was being said about her, but she wasn’t showing any emotion.
The only sign that she was hurting at all was the fact she was clutching the hand of the woman next to her.
I blinked in shock. She was holding the hand of the wife of the head of The Family. Gio was hovering behind both women, like some overgrown bodyguard in a ten thousand pound suit.
She was with them, and they looked really friendly. Really, really friendly.
Suddenly, it all made sense. No wonder she hadn’t wanted to stay with me. Chloe liked her men powerful. My eyes scanned the small group. Maybe she didn’t just like men either, but either way if she was now with the head of The Family, then she had upgraded from Ghost.
No doubt she was living her best pampered princess life. The plaything to a mafia boss.
“Hey!” Legacy called out, and this time I could hear the alcohol in his voice.
Not even eleven in the morning, and he was hammered.
It wasn’t very Legacy-like, but I couldn’t blame him.
He had just lost his father. Just another person who had died that he had loved.
Legacy had always had abandonment issues, and they were coming in thick and fast today.
“Enough, Legacy,” Elodie said through gritted teeth. Her rockstar husband shook his head and said nothing. “Leave the girl alone. She’s pregnant.”
“I know she’s fucking pregnant. Everyone with eyes can see she is pregnant from a mile away. Do you think we are going to have a little brother or sister, El?”
“Listen to your sister, Legacy, and shut up. You are making a fool of yourself.” Chance reached past Elodie to grip Legacy’s shoulders and turn him. The movement brought him facing me.
Even from where I was, I could see the anger spark into life in Legacy’s eyes.
He wasn’t just angry, he was heartbroken.
I knew Legacy pretty well. We had ridden together for years before I had transferred to Cardiff, so I knew the look in his eyes wasn’t just grief for his dead father; it was something else.
“You know her, don’t you, Pocket?” He called out to me. “What do you reckon the odds are that the kid she’s carrying is my dad’s?”
I remained silent as he shook off Chance’s hands and whirled on the girl on the other side of the open grave. Ghost’s coffin lay between them but neither one of them were looking at it though. Legacy was staring at her, and Chloe was looking at me.
“No idea, brother,” I mumbled. I couldn’t keep looking at her because she was breaking my heart. I had never stopped thinking about her. I had even imagined what it would be like to see her again and then she had turned up pregnant and all my dreams had evaporated into smoke.
She had been a virgin…a small voice echoed that sentiment in my head, but I shook it away.
Legacy ignored me. “Hey, baby mama,” he called out and this time he lurched to the side, barely caught by Domino and Duke.
“Head up and ignore him. He’s just drunk,” Gio said, and his voice carried. Getting involved was probably the worst thing he could have done. Up until that moment, Legacy hadn’t even noticed him, but he did now.
“Did my dad give her to you when he was done with her? What does your wife think of sharing you with some biker’s sloppy seconds?” Legacy leered.
I shook my head. Legacy was going to get himself killed.
“But then again, didn’t you marry a relation of a Son?” Legacy laughed as Domino began dragging him away. Chance stepped in front of him.
Jesus, what was wrong with him?
“Nah, let go of me. What did she expect us to be like? She’s a money grabbing slut.”
A sob ripped its way from Chloe’s throat. Tearing my eyes away from the car wreck that was Legacy, I found her with my eyes.
She met my gaze for a second and her look seemed to beg me to help her, to say something to stand up for her, but I couldn’t.
Turning on her heels, she ran. “Chloe!” Gio and Keeley called after her together.
“You’re a fucking fool, Legacy.” A new voice called out and there was Sy, dressed all in black with her hands on her hips, and she looked livid.
“Fuck off. Who even invited you?”
“Fuck off yourself,” she spat right back. “Chloe is here to grieve and say goodbye to Ghost, just like you are.” She stepped into his face. “Exactly like you are. Chloe isn’t your dad's woman, you absolute moron. She’s his daughter.”
A stunned gasp went up, and the world tilted under my feet.
“Ghost was her dad.”